How deep the Father’s love for us
By Stuart Townend

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

Sure, easter come around and everyone starts playing this song

but listening to it again, really listening, the lyrics send that familiar chill down my arms.

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

The world may treat easter as just another public holiday
But we remember
the Man upon a cross
the one who put each individual star into place
who spends his mornings painting the sunrise and every evening the sunset
who tells every lightning bolt where to land
who has storehouses full of snow, hail, rain
who sees everything and everyone
who could do anything and everything at the same time, backwards and standing on his head
that Man upon a cross
who gave up everything
because he couldn't live eternity without us
without you.

I love you God